Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
Sister Nancy,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
PIL,
The Busters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
X-Ray Spex,
Absolute Body Control,
Bush Tetras,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
The Dirtbombs,
Cluster,
Eden Ahbez,
Young Marble Giants,
Funky Four + One,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Country Teasers,
Average White Band,
Sparks,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Jacob Miller,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.